Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
In spite of herself, she couldn't help but smile at the thing he said then. She'd heard it some before. Most people who she tried to warn, that was what they said. She got why, as it didn't sound like much of a warning. Most of it was that her wordings were weak and she had to be careful of what got said and what didn't. This left things vague, left gaps, but that didn't change the fact that she wanted to believe what Misha was saying. Or the fact that she was touched he'd said it. It was painted on her face clear as the confusion on his own.
Next time. Sadie promised herself, as best she could. Next time we'll talk to him more. Because it was important. Because he still didn't seem bothered by her. Because maybe he was like Nish in that he was, somehow, just immune to whatever it was she did? Mostly though, because Sadie didn't want to hide things from those closest to her. It wasn't like there had been any names on that list to think on in quite some time but, now that there were? Sadie knew she was going to have some things to think about.
"You come back again an I'll put a pillow down for both of us." She pressed up into that hug she did, she'd even hold it while she uncoiled herself and pushed to her feet. It was a greedy thing, but Misha was a fine hugger he was and it was also a second attempt to impart how thankful she was. Maybe he didn't see it (and how could he really?) but this was one of those milestones for her. It was being in a new place, it was inviting him to a place of her own. It was sitting here, talking about herself, her past, painting nails, and build an honest-to-goodness friendship.
Thankful wasn't even the word for what he'd brought, forgetting the cookies or not.
"You can count on that phone call about the show, and you let me know what I can bring to that dinner that you and his sister might like. Might have to have you come about and test whatever I'm gonna bring, tell me if you think Damian'll like it any." She smiled as she stepped away from him, carefully reaching out to hold onto his forearm like her Grandma used to do to her. Motions born of that same source would carefully wrap up the last cookie in a paper towel, all neat and folded even. before she just put it in his hand she would.
"Someone very smart once told me you should never let someone you care about travel without a snack." She smirked at him, not minding giving him the Lion's share a bit. "And you come visit anytime too, door's always open for you." She stole another, shorter, hug from him before she held the door open. "And you keep in touch, tell me how that new life in the big city is going, yeah?"